Bill placed one hand on the sandwich, bewildered by the occurrence. Who the heck were these guys? Some kind of cult? The surrounding citizens, as few as they might've been, began to circle around Jenso and the three identical men as he challenged their motives. They simply giggled as Jenso threw the first punch. One of the three clones jumped into Jenso's path immediately, and the skin on his palms turned bright blue like diamond. He stopped Jenso's first punch with one hand, deflected the second with his other, and met Jenso's left fist with his own, easily outputting more power and [i]durability[/i] than Jenso could have predicted. His skin and bones seemed to literally become as hard as diamonds, and this was only one of the men! The other two stepped back and clapped for their identical ally.

	"Beat em! Beat em!"

	"Show em! Show em"

	"I am! I am!"

	That third punch was bad news for Jenso. He just put his strength into an unstoppable fist of diamond hard skin. The man didn't even seem to be breaking a sweat, and the civilians were traumatized to see that their golden boy, Jenso, was equally matched- No, outmatched so easily! Shudders and gasps echoed through the square. 

	"Jenso's punch was stopped?"

	"How could that be!?"

	"Who are those monsters??"

	The town slowly began to realize the danger they were in, and despite Jenso's efforts, they were already losing hope that he could defend them from this new menace. Bill watched closely, still surprised by the random display of prowess that these intruders showed. But he hadn't lost hope in Jenso yet.